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She scooped her insides out with a ladle. Mashed potatoes slopped on a plate. Leftovers from her healthy days.

I ache to watch pink champagne bubbles dance joyously on a tabletop as the cavort with Monet. Sixteen paintings hang on my wall. Testimony giv..

I said Hail Mary with a razor rather than a rosary. My penace, my cross to bear. Twelve slashes to keep me from despair. My skin - that elasti..

I will f**k you like a w***e Because I had a bad day And I need you to make me feel better. I will scream And you will let me, Crouched as..

Sound of silence reverberates throughout the apartment - forcing me into mind less activity. I scrub dishes. Pale water washes away cruste..

You were my Dante. The rings of hell were no match for us- two crazy girls all the guys wanted. We danced, we sang, we drank. Tequila, rum..

Sculpted calves - Sleek feminine muscles - It glides across the room. Dark leather mini-skirt and a crop of frizzy hair. Delicate butterfly ..

I died in the details of today. My mind could not give birth to tomorrow's potential. Your words drifted to my ears, expanded my awareness, ..

a poem about cutting

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